Tuesday, November 21, 2006

enduro outdoors and indoors so it is more crowd friendly.








 
I was tired just watching the video, not just the two minute intro but imagining
the course without a break. An outdoor enduro is 4 to infinite hours long and
offers road sections or easy trail to gain your breath. However it is still tough
as tacks and when you fall into a river or you bury yourself in a bog, its only
you and all the charm you can muster in a helmet and odd “get up” to find pity for
help...A new sport(enduro cross) may not look fast, trust me they are moving as
fast as a human can... Outdoors I have been passed by the worst of them and am
still amazed at how fast they move through the woods , rivers, creeks, rocks and
imminent peril, honest to God I have watched riders pass me through trees, through
trees! As long as the video seems the riders are enduro-ing, just when you think
its over, it has just started. This is my experience, the real riders understand
what I am trying to say, but are confused by how quickly I have come to understand
the misery part…As far as enduros go I am the fastest when it comes to figuring
out how tough the ride is, truly. I guess I am gifted that way…




http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1736716579928975692&sourceid=zeitgeist

15 Comments:

At 7:03 AM , Blogger Winters said...

You're a true duelling daredevil, dude.

Ride on...

 
At 3:18 PM , Blogger Lee Ann said...

Happy Thanksgiving!
Have fun and be safe!
~xo

 
At 4:46 PM , Blogger josh williams said...

winters: Thanks for the ride on, right back at ya.

lee ann: ditto by god!

 
At 10:06 PM , Blogger Mone said...

Happy Thanksgiving from me to you too, Josh.

Remember, there is only so much beer you can drink while riding a Enduro ;)

 
At 12:14 AM , Blogger Candace said...

Kind of a cryptic picture of you.

And have you bought a plot in advance at that graveyard?

 
At 6:06 AM , Blogger josh williams said...

mone: Yeah I know thats what makes them so difficult.

Candace: I could not make blogger behave, the script kept running off the page into my links and stuff. So with my new computer and old knowledge I just posted a bunch of pictures to push the script down, not very clever and not intended to be cryptic just one solution to a problem that could have been solved if I were patient and let blogger figure out that it is to do what I command. However Icannot denie someday I could die, I'm guessing around age 100 at the hands of a jealous husband, so maybe it is cryptic. No plots left in the old burial ground in Bueafort NC, cool graveyard, very photogenic.

 
At 6:34 AM , Blogger josh williams said...

A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a
drink. Looking around, he sees three men sitting at a corner table.

He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest,
biker in the face and says, "I went by your grandma's house today and I saw
her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!"

The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused,
because he is one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat.

The drunk leans on the table again and says: "I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!"

The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing. The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, "I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!"

At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders looks him square in the eyes and says...................

Grandpa,...... Go home, you're drunk!."

 
At 8:58 PM , Blogger Mone said...

Hahaha, haahahaahah, Josh, what a cool story.

I want a grandpa like him!!

 
At 10:30 PM , Blogger Zen Wizard said...

That is a very unusual cemetery.

 
At 5:11 AM , Blogger josh williams said...

mone: Grandp[as are the bomb!

Zen: Yep. cool looking in a flood zone so as to keep bodies from floating away lots are slabs are used. In one grave their is a young girl buried in a Whiskey barrel where they put her for preservation on the trip across the pond. Another is a soldier facing England standing up so he could always face home. Many odd tales in this old cemetary. I have some kin buried here, but I'm not sure who is who.

 
At 5:47 AM , Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Ooh, did you realise that you have lots of great alignment in the images...the beer bottle, the masts, the poles etc. That's cool.

Happy, happy Thanksgivingxx

 
At 5:48 AM , Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Enjoy your riding in the mud. Isn't it really cold though?

 
At 12:40 PM , Blogger josh williams said...

Molly: You got that straight!

Molly: Warm mud, although I have ridden in cold mud and it sho is cold.

 
At 2:01 PM , Blogger Friends of McDougal said...

This collection of photos makes me somewhat envious of your life ... having been trapped on this bus for the past 13 weeks, the open sea calls to me.

ANd motorcycles.

I mean. The sea doesn't (to my knowledge) call to the motorcycles.

But they are calling out for me.

Can you hear that?

 
At 4:31 AM , Blogger josh williams said...

McDougal: Loud and clear, Your on the bus to change the world, these are times that will test your character. I've had those moments and concluded, character? I don't need no stinkin' character! Go Furthur my friend

 

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